Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves

Chapter 161: The Wyrm pt. 2

That evening, Jacob gathered his wives in their private living room. The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, casting warm flickering shadows across the walls as he told them about the wyrm, the S.D.E.S., and the deal he'd made.

After he told them everything, he looked at Lydia and Allison. "Give me the two senzu beans I gave you before. I'm going to subdue the wyrm, not kill it. But I'll probably hurt it badly during the fight. I need to heal it afterward."

Allison took a senzu bean from her ring and tossed it to him.

Lydia followed suit, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Here. Try not to need them yourself."

Jacob caught both beans and stored them in his pocket dimension. "I'll be fine."

Malia stretched on the couch. "So, are we coming with you?"

Jacob smirked. "Sure, but you will not fight. You'll just watch from a distance." He looked around. "Where's Saphira? I haven't seen her since yesterday."

Malia said, "She went hunting deer as usual. She is as big as a horse when I saw her this morning. She is growing fast."

Jacob nodded. "That's natural, since her strength is linked with mine. She'll probably be as big as my full dragon form in a few months. I'm looking forward to it."

Allison tilted her head. "She'll start talking too. But will she talk to us, or only to you?"

Jacob said, "She'll probably be able to talk to all of you telepathically."

---

The next morning, Jacob gathered everyone in the main dining room—Allison, Lydia, Malia, Melissa, Kitty, Stiles, Scott, Cogman, Chris, Victoria, Natalie, and Noah—and told them again about the wyrm. Everyone decided to go with him to watch the fight, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern.

Jacob said, "I'm heading to Alaska first. Once I'm there, I'll open a portal to Serendell."

Stiles raised a hand. "Question. Are we wearing masks? Or are we going in looking like ourselves?"

Jacob said, "Masks. We don't know these people well enough to trust them."

He put on his nano mask and activated it. The nanites shifted, flowing across his features—and settled into the unmistakable face of the Joker. Pale skin, red lips, green hair, and a manic grin.

Lydia's eyes narrowed with immediate disapproval. "What do you think you're doing?"

Jacob's Joker smile widened. "I'm going as the Joker."

"No, you are not."

"Why not?"

Lydia crossed her arms. "First of all, whenever you put that face on, you start acting crazy like the real Joker. Second, did you forget what happened in Vegas? Who do you think had to clean up that mess you caused and convince people the Minotaur you fought was just a guy in a costume from a movie shoot?"

Jacob's grin faltered. "Probably the S.D.E.S."

"Exactly." Lydia's voice was sharp. "Are you planning to make friends with these people or enemies?"

Jacob sighed. "For now… friends."

"Then you cannot go as the Joker. You'd be slapping them in the face by showing them you're the one who caused the Vegas chaos."

Jacob's shoulders slumped. "Fine. Then how about I go as Batman?"

Allison snorted. "No. You get way too carried away when you wear a disguise. You'll turn into Pete Holmes' bad Batman—the one you love so much—and start doing crazy things. Like grabbing one of the S.D.E.S. agents and beating them while yelling 'WHERE IS SHE?' or 'HARVEY DENT—CAN WE TRUST HIM?!'"

Jacob avoided her eyes, a sheepish look on his face. "I—I wouldn't do that. I promise."

Allison fixed him with a stare. "Look me in the eyes and say that again."

Jacob met her gaze—and immediately smirked, unable to help himself. "Come on, it would be fun to mess with those guys as Batman."

Allison shook her head, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "No. Just make your mask turn into a skull or something. Hide your identity and act normal for once. You can be Batman another time, when we're dealing with actual bad guys."

Jacob sighed in defeat. "Fine."

His nano mask shifted. The Joker's face melted away, replaced by a smooth, white skull mask.

He teleported out of Serendell.

---

Jacob flew through the sky using his telekinesis, then started teleporting randomly in the direction of Alaska, skipping across the landscape in great leaps—he had never been there before, so he couldn't go directly.

He arrived above Alaska within minutes, then teleported again, this time over the waters of the Pacific Ocean. He followed the coordinates Cogman had loaded into his phone, tracking the naval ship where the S.D.E.S. had set up their command post.

The ship appeared on the horizon—a massive vessel bristling with antennas, radar dishes, and what looked like non-lethal weaponry.

Jacob teleported one final time and appeared on the deck.

He pulled out his phone and called Agent Frank.

Frank answered. "Hello?"

Jacob's voice was altered, deeper, unrecognizable. "I'm on your ship."

---

Moments later, Frank emerged onto the deck, followed by Director Maria Argyros, the ancient vampire Cassian, and another woman.

They looked at Jacob, who was wearing a black hoodie and a white skull mask, and approached him cautiously.

Maria extended her hand with a careful smile. "Hello. I'm Maria Argyros, Director of the S.D.E.S. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

Jacob shook her hand firmly. His voice was calm, measured. "Likewise. You can call me Alec."

Maria gestured to Frank. "You've already met Agent Frank."

Jacob shook Frank's hand. Frank nodded, saying nothing, though his eyes betrayed his unease.

Maria continued. "This is Cassian."

Jacob took Cassian's hand—and squeezed. Not hard enough to break bone, but enough to make a point. Cassian's eyes widened slightly, a flash of pain crossing his features.

"I don't like your kind," Jacob said flatly, then released him.

Cassian flexed his fingers, shaking out the sting. "I'm not going to claim I'm a good vampire—I'm not sure such a thing exists. But since we're trying to make friends here, I'll assure you: I've never killed anyone who didn't deserve it in my eight hundred years of life. In the past, I drank only from my enemies. Now, I drink the blood of criminal supernatural creatures, or the S.D.E.S. provides me with blood bags." He met Jacob's gaze. "I don't prey on the innocent."

Jacob studied him for a long moment. "Eight hundred years. I'm very interested in your memories. How about you let me read them?"

Cassian's jaw tightened. "That's a no. But we could talk sometime over a drink, if you'd like. I'll tell you what I've seen."

Jacob nodded slowly. "Maybe someday."

Maria introduced the last member of her team. "This is Rachel."

Rachel extended her hand. Jacob didn't take it.

"I don't like your kind either," he said coldly. "And I will not shake hands with a witch."

Rachel withdrew her hand, unfazed. "I respect that. But for the record—I don't practice black magic."

Jacob's tone was skeptical. "If you say so." He turned to Maria. "Where is the wyrm?"

Maria pointed toward the horizon. "Approximately two miles ahead of us. Are you ready to fight it?"

Jacob said, "Give me a moment," then teleported.

---

He reappeared back in Serendell. "Alright, everyone. Put on your masks. Let's go."

They pulled on their nano masks, concealing their identities. Skulls, wolves, cats, simple geometric patterns—each chose something different. Cogman's face shifted into a featureless silver plate. Kitty didn't wear a mask; she was just a cat, and no one would care about her.

Jacob teleported back to the Pacific, this time a mile away from the S.D.E.S. ship. He hovered above the water, supported by his telekinesis, and opened a portal to Serendell.

One by one, his family stepped through. Jacob used his telekinesis to keep them all floating beside him.

The S.D.E.S. ship watched from a distance.

"He brought his people," Maria murmured.

Cassian stood beside her, his eyes glowing red as he scanned the masked figures. "I don't know what they are. I can't even tell if they are shapeshifters or not—except one who seems to be a werewolf. But I can tell they're not ordinary. I can feel the strength of their blood from here."

---

Back with Jacob and his group, he looked at Allison. "Freeze the water beneath us. Give yourselves something solid to stand on."

Allison nodded. He lowered her toward the surface, and the moment her feet touched the water, she released her ice ability. Ice exploded outward in a crystalline wave, freezing two hundred meters of ocean in seconds. The ice grew, rising into a small mountain.

Jacob lowered everyone onto the ice, then turned to Lydia. "Create a sound barrier. I don't want the S.D.E.S. overhearing you talking. And when I fight the wyrm, there will be waves. Make an energy shield around everyone, or you'll get soaked."

Lydia raised her hands. A shimmering sound barrier enveloped them, stopping anyone outside the barrier from hearing them. Then she and Melissa combined their energy shields, creating a protective dome over the group.

Jacob surveyed his family one last time. "Alright. I'm going now."

He teleported back to the naval ship.

---

Maria watched him appear on the deck. Her gaze flicked to the distant ice mountain where the masked figures stood. "Are they going to help you fight the wyrm?"

Jacob shook his head. "No. They're here to watch."

Maria nodded slowly. She pointed toward the horizon. "Two miles that way. That's where the wyrm usually appears. Make a commotion—I assume since you're confident enough to fight it, you have an attack powerful enough to provoke it."

Jacob didn't answer. He teleported.

---

He appeared two miles away, hovering over the churning grey water. He circled the area, his senses reaching deep into the ocean, searching.

Soon, he felt a powerful presence—ancient and vast—coiled in a deep trench far below.

Jacob dove.

The water pressure increased as he descended, but his enhanced body barely noticed. He followed the presence until he could see it—a massive serpentine shape, its silver-blue scales gleaming in the faint light filtering down from the surface. The wyrm lay coiled in the trench, its size almost incomprehensible.

Jacob released a fraction of his aura.

The wyrm's eyes snapped open. Giant, glowing orbs locked onto him—first confusion, then rage. A creature had entered its domain. It uncoiled with terrifying speed, its massive jaws gaping open to swallow him whole.

Jacob teleported.

He reappeared directly above the wyrm's head and released a lightning ball from his palm. It struck the creature's snout. The attack wasn't strong enough to do real harm—just enough to annoy, to provoke. He needed the wyrm to follow him to the surface.

The wyrm roared, a deep, resonating sound that shook the water around them. It surged upward, chasing him.

Jacob swam toward the surface, leading the beast. But soon, he felt the pressure change—a powerful current grabbed him, trying to drag him back toward the wyrm's waiting jaws.

Jacob smirked. He teleported out of the current, sent another lightning ball at the wyrm's head, and swam upward again.

They broke the surface together.

---

Jacob shot into the air, hovering above the ocean. Below him, the wyrm rose from the depths like a living mountain. Water cascaded off its silver-blue scales. Its spines gleamed. Its dragon-like head turned toward him, and its ancient eyes burned with territorial fury.

Jacob stared down at the creature. "What a magnificent beast."

The wyrm roared and attacked.

Jacob, still in his human form, launching himself at the wyrm with superhuman speed. He struck its snout with a punch that could shatter concrete—but the wyrm's scales barely dented. He kicked its jaw. He slammed his fist into its eye ridge. Nothing.

Jacob's eyes narrowed. 'This thing is tougher than I thought.'

The wyrm retaliated, swinging its massive head like a wrecking ball. Jacob dodged by teleporting away.

The wyrm opened its massive jaws and unleashed a pressurized blast of water—a cutting beam that could slice through steel. Jacob teleported aside again just in time. The water jet carved a trench in the ocean behind him.

'The wyrm's scales are too thick, too tough. In my human form, I can't hurt it at all unless I use my elemental powers—but it's too soon for that. I'll shift—just a little bit. I don't want the S.D.E.S. knowing I'm a dragon just yet,' Jacob thought.

His body began to change. He didn't go all the way—no full dragon transformation. Instead, he partially shifted. His arms thickened, fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws covered in black scales. Scales spread across his torso and shoulders under his hoodie. His wings tore through the back of his clothes, spreading wide—massive, leathery, intimidating. Horns pushed through his hair. His eyes glowed red, but his face under the mask remained human.

His aura exploded outward in a visible shockwave. A wave of primal terror washed over the ocean, slamming into the wyrm and the distant watchers alike.

The wyrm recoiled, its instincts screaming at it to flee. Its massive body slid backward through the water. But it didn't flee—this was its territory, its hoard. It would not retreat.

Jacob attacked again.

This time, his claws managed to wound the wyrm. He slashed across its snout, tearing through scales, drawing blood. He punched its jaw, and the wyrm's head snapped sideways. He kicked its throat, and the creature coughed seawater and thick saliva as its head snapped back from the blow.

The wyrm fought back. It swung its massive body, trying to hit Jacob with its head or swallow him whole. It blasted water from its mouth like a pressurized cannon.

But Jacob was too fast. He clung to the wyrm's scales, raking his claws across its body, leaving bloody wounds. He dodged its attacks with contemptuous ease, teleporting short distances to avoid its jaws.

But even so, the claw marks he left on the wyrm's body were too shallow to truly hurt it. The punches and kicks, even though they seemed to affect the wyrm, didn't cause much damage.

'Time to change tactics,' Jacob thought.

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On the S.D.E.S. Ship

The agents watched in stunned silence.

Frank stared at Jacob, his hands trembling. "It's that terrifying feeling again. And I'm sure I'm not overthinking this time. What… what kind of creature is that guy?"

Cassian's eyes were wide. His composure, honed over eight centuries, had cracked. "I don't know. I've never felt anything like that aura. Not from any creature I've encountered before."

Rachel trembled. "His body has a terrifying amount of energy. Like nothing I've ever seen."

Maria said nothing. She stood at the railing, trembling slightly, her glowing red eyes locked on the winged figure tearing into the wyrm. Her knuckles were white.

Cassian turned to her. "Maria. Is he like you? An Amphiptere?"

Maria took a breath and steadied herself. Then she shook her head.

"No," she said quietly. "He's not an Amphiptere. He's something else. Something much stronger than me. Something much… ancient." She watched Jacob dodge a blast of pressurized water and rake his claws down the wyrm's flank. "I think… even the wyrm is afraid of him."

Frank squinted at the distant battle. "What is he, then? Some kind of demon? Or some kind of dragon? I've heard of creatures called Drakes…"

Cassian cut him off. "Drakes don't have wings. And like real dragons, no one has heard of them in a long time."

"Maybe he's some kind of dragonoid shapeshifter like Maria," Rachel said, her voice shaky. "A weredragon, maybe?"

Cassian shook his head. "His aura doesn't feel like a weredragon. I've encountered one before. This is different. This is… primal."

Frank's mind raced. "What about a Kanima? I've read reports—they can grow wings when they reach Alpha status."

Rachel dismissed that. "A Kanima doesn't have an aura like that. And a Kanima is a slave to its master. He answers to no one."

Maria finally spoke, her voice steadier now. "Stop guessing. You're wasting breath. Whatever he is, he's on our side. That's all that matters."

Rachel's voice was barely a whisper. "For now."

Maria shot her a sharp look. "We're going to keep him on our side. Remember that. All of you."

To be continued… 😊

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